Since it's that time of the year...

clears throat

Der Spring is sprung,
Der grass is rizz,
An' me wonders where
Dem boids is?

Dey say dem boids are on the wing.
Now ain't dat a bit absoid?
Fer shurly der wings is upon der boids?

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My late father taught me that rhyme. No idea where he heard it from — most likely, an old comedy record or radio show of his childhood years.